Cualker blocker
in a stunning Summer shocker
I know
I know I know I know I know
Cualker blocker
in a stunning Summer shocker
I know
I know I know I know I know
Cualker blocker
in a stunning Summer shocker
Let him speak
he's really quite a talker
Do Ah
due ah
due ah
due ah
do ah
🖐

🖐🖑🖑🖐

Here is today's pretty poem:

Poetryfadingwiththeduskintothesoundsofchirps

🖐 🌙 🖑
🖑🌛 🌜🖐🖐🖑

🖐🖑
🖑🖐

♥♥?
Blathertational
🖐🖑
🖑🖐

glossary of what's next

♥♥? :

Be nice to yourself and others. What other choice?

Question Authority as appropriate, but not while they are on active patrol

Russia, Russia, Russia

Basically, you can't really know. And even if you are in side of spy organizations, you aren't sure either. And if I read what Theresa May said to her parliament, she says that it is 'either' The Russians or there technology 'got out'. So, in order to think, for just a second, and not start WWIII, let's rewind this.

Either 'the tech got out' or 'the Russians are evil and we must go to war with them now'. I vote on the first idea: the tech is probably not that hard to replicate.

If May has any real evidence about who caused this, I am sure Mr. Putin will want to know so he can help apprehend the culprets. Or am I just a naive?

Guy is seriously wigging-out

John Brennan has flipped out about Andrew McCabe being fired. Brennan wrote a tweet about President Trump, who has been patient watching all of the activity. How is it President Trump's fault about Andrew McCabe's moral turpitude? If they didn't want to be exposed plotting against the duly elected president of the United States, then we must ask: did Brennan and McCabe seemingly gleefully go along with plans against America and the electorate to void out the results of an election?

Brennan seems as though he is accusing The President of what Brennan feels guilty about himself. So, maybe the guy should look in a mirror and talk to himself and put himself up to the same scrutiny that he gives our duly elected president?

Let's see how this proceeds. The world has been very patient with these people.

When did he start caring about America?

Ya, so, squawk on. Squawk on. They are already convinced of your guilt. And do you deserve your chance in court? Of course you do if (when?) the charges come. We all would. But in your case, the hatred you have for our guy Donnie tells a story. Many don't really care about charges, or anything, that you may, or may not have put on your for an alledged part to void the results of an election. done wrong. You are suspect simply from the evidence of your vitrol against an adored president. by your traitorish prattle which you purport to be about Donnie, but actually you seem to be confessing what you see as your own crimes and projecting them on Donnie-Jay whose has enough to deal with without having disloyalty from someone who, quite frankly, very many Americans find disgraceful? That is how it seems to be, and as observed. What he says seems, to many, a slander against the president; as well his postering seems threatening, and seems to be an admission of his own crimes.

Boom!

Korea News!

Great big Booming News!

The President would like credit for this, so he says.

Mr. Trump, I will give you credit for this announcement! Thank you for what you are doing to help us achieve the lasting peace that we have all so diligently craved, and prayed forever to reach!

Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!

7:17 PM, March 8, 2018

Remember the Sultana!

April 27, 1865

On their way home after being released as prisoners of war from Andersonville Prison, after the war ended but during the time when Abraham got murdered . . . The Sultana blew up on the Mississippi River near Arkansas, across the river from Memphis.

When I'm feeling a little bit blue
I think of the sound of you
when you were working and doing your job
and I would come in and we'd talk.
So now it's later
and I'm here all alone.
When I type too fast
I might leave words out.
Or I think in symbols and analogies, but
I try to be obvious
and only to let you know
that I don't put up symbols
as meaningful stories
with hidden message
but instead
just to show you the techniques.
So if I had a page of hearts for valentines day
it's just a page of hearts.
And if there are hearts inside of hearts
it's not a meaning of anything that I knew then . . .
I am not one of them
So dig on my zen
and bad poetry.
Because if you waste your time
laundering money
through your crap art
and take your payment in the cryto space
of your own disgrace
it means nothing to me.
I choose to be free.
So if you know how to draw and paint
and put up a graphical page
doesn't mean that there are hidden meanings.
Or are there?
You are smart enough to know the difference.
Bodio Bodio Bodio
Ollio Ollio Ollio
Ba Doe de o Ba-doedeoh ba doe de oh
Rollio Rollio Rollio

Work on what has been spoiled. But what about those who pretend that there isn't a problem?

Rollio
sunset comes
and she's starting to cry
all the girls in the office
are wondering why.
Wasn't she supposed
to go here her beau play?
Or is it that
she broke it off today?
No, you don't know.
So you can't say
but maybe you go blatting around
the town
and saying it anyway.
Sunset falls
and it's starting to rain
the roads will slick over
the driving's insane
you'll fishtail and donut
and won't stay in the lane
So she just decides to live through the strain. (needs some work?)

And a stadium sized fuel-cell bubble-house that floats off towards New Brunswick.

And a New Brunswick sized fuel-cell bubble-house that floats off towards Dracus ReHackus.

Space Ship snowman,
beaming back from outside the known realms of space time
and sending you greetings from the future!
and gifts for everyone.
Space Ship snowman,
floated off into next year.
Don't worry, he'll orbit back around eventually.
My guess he'll be back in sight
sometime in September.
Now coming to your imagination:
stories of a bright future about
new technology that is easy to use
and you can buy on the cheep.
and it's really good.
Here is an activity you can do as
a classroom project:
make a list of all of the cool new ideas that
you could think of and share them with your
trusted friends.
What is to keep the teacher
from stealing all the ideas?
Oh, and don't let your teacher steal your ideas!
Patenting class ought to be mandatory for 2nd graders.
Copyright law and business managment by 3rd grade.
Advanced engineering methodologies by 6th grade.
Advanced calculous and undersea photo chemistry.
by 10th grade your first space ship trip to the moons of Triton
at the fun house at the carnival (it's just a simulation . . .
or is it!) and you do know.
And by the age of 40 . . . what happens at the age of 40,
daddy, the age you are now? anything new
that you learn.
Daddy's eyes light up.
His kids love his stories because he always
writes them so that everyone
discovers the way to make it all work
for everyone.
and all the 'evil' fades, as if it never were,
forgotten by the end of the story at the resolve so
that real truth is shared, without the
troubling result
of that kind of revelation
of things that . . .
maybe anyone under the age of 40 isn't ready to fathom yet?
And they bring you at the end of the fun house,
down a long long hallway
to the final door.
Playing ominous music.
You have forgotten everything by then, so completely distracted
by the show
that when the open that final door . . .
what do you even know?
The direct you out to the outside and into the bright day
and then they direct you, right now, to be safe on your way!

The second dream
is the lake in May
a big bay window
where does the time go?
I wish I could say
but I never really know.
It's so dumb, though
they say they love you
the storm is coming
now they say you can't stay.
Pick up the phone.
Isn't anybody home?
I'm here alone
and the car won't start.
The third dream is the one she'll tell
scented candles and a
big bay window
where does the time go
she says she know
but she just can't say.
Pick up the phone
isn't any body home
I'm here alone.
and I'm locked out side.
The next thing I'm driving away.
I'd charged up the car and drove down the long drive way
the car slid and slided along
but I was alright
just singing this song.
It's so dumb though.
He pretends to be humble
He doesn't know what
he just won't say.
He'd pick up the phone
but he's not there alone
He's not just high, not just stoned on a bone.
If you're going up
to forgiveness farm
better not go
if you're going to carry on.
If you've got all
kinds of mean thngs to say
don't go there
any day.

In Wicked Need of an Edit

🚛🎓🎔 🌀

Political and Media Inanity

by Truck-u-later

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

Instant celbrity

'voice of the generation' thought-clones

How does someone gain instant celebrity just from being within proximity of something horrible? Why is their opinion suddenly so important? A theatre kid, bicostal, with very high-up friends who . . . .? likes mosquitoes? What do I know.

I think that schools are remiss to not have trained the children in proper respect for the constitution, especially the one about the right to defend ourselfs and possess armaments.

If a kid wants to be just like his dad, whose a holster-wearing fed, then what is up with him being the poster-clone for gungrab-pusht. Oh those obvious people and their obvious stupidity, so open with the child-chanting video recruitment videos, and fully funded free everything for the special clone children, clone the thoughts and the minds or terrorize them with . . . rejection.

I was reading about how a summer camp had a part in their disclosured that it's not good to tell the captive kid that his mom and dad will rescue him from camp-indoctrination. It's a horror story about a summer camp. Or is it an actual website? So close, so connected, so obvious. And it's sad that with all of the 'integration' and 'equality' used as an excuse for an SI invasion, that they'd need these moiety exclusion zones for the Summertime. Hey, if it's good enough to be intgrated, and declare your college grad kids, who look so much like your younger child tha tyou can just . . . say he's in 9th grade, when, actually he's already been to the boot camp and knows how to do all the necessary acts, and be the 'leader'. Wow, how sad if that's the real story.

But we don't and can not know that. What we can know is that the story that I describe above is (1) either a real and rediculous thing that needs to be reformed, or (2) the plot to some silly kids horror story about going away to band camp or whereever, that creepy affiliation brings (3) also 2. previous, but as well, the story is used as a way to scarey people into political behvior detrimental to their own interest.

The urge to unroot the bad and those who abuse is channelled into a sense of vigilantism, and pepole are duped into snapping into crises mode. And thus they 'rise up' and the SI can playout their indoctrinated glorious revolution fantasies. The best thing to do with these kinds of stories: modify the enddings: the clone-minded (not actual replicant humnaioids) rise up and turn on their social-service abusers: we won't be your insurance scam anymore. No more voucher babies, off the record, for your debauchary. So what do they do to their masters? And who would be afraid of the modified ending? The modified ending where whoever ddi it is tirelessly elliminated and all of the immoral debauchery, and unmentionable behaviors, that cause revulsion in the normal world of living, outside of the horror and eat-you-face genre of scarethem and steal their money . . . out side of all of that. Who would object to the story being that the robot clones turn on their robot clone masters. And then, after the hour show is over, we all go to our beds and go to sleep. No zombies. No vampires. No socialservice secretary doubling as an intersteller vamp vampire spy who is too pretty to turn down . . . it's all just a bad plot. And at the end of the episode we get that hint that . . . if it were real it would get taken care of . . . wouldn't it put the doubt back in mirroring, inverting, mirroring. A lot of crap and fear and steal your face off crap. Don't believe any of it, it's a story.

But the website, the connections, the things that you learn . . . the evidence that I found at a website, the detailed videos . . . .

It can all be manufactured, by now. And so much can be paid for and paved over. There is so much deception and most of it can be chaulked up to being all about getting money. Kids deserve to be protected from gun violence. To do that, unfortunatly, we need to have guns available so no punk would dare to do it, and if they did they wouldn't get that far with it.

As far as the band-kid actor types? You're supposdely a 19 year old, which seems very far fetched now that everyone has been zooming in on all the posts and crap that you produced over time. But what do we really know about you? Your curious connections? Your bicoastl band-camp kid status . . . we know nothing. For all I know you never existed and all of reality is crafted by orbiting supercomputers for consumption on the Internet . . .wait. I know that isn't true . . . or do I? Or am it? Am I a bot? Is Mr Mars a robot can operator with a face like a rockstar in a jar on the wall with little clown shoes that it uses to run up and down fifth avenue, bringing wine and balloons for all the party guests.

People do, and should know the difference between what is real and what is not. As a creative writer do I need to explain, in apiece about 'the rabbit hole', that I wonder off into Jabberwakki? Reality is not realitive. Objects, ideas, perhaps. There are very many ways to measure things, trusting that it's all normal and most pepole are good will slove most of your confusion. And if you things do confuse you, then get some sleep, take some time to lay on a hammock, in a warm breeze, on a sunny afternoon when it's warmer. And for now, maybe do some diet change? Learn about better nutrition. Cut out all processed sugar, or as much as you can.

but if you think that trying to take some hunter's rifle collection is going to make your life safer, then you are delusional. People like that band-camp bicostal spokes-clone kid, who wants to be a gun-carrying guy, himself (like is da'), but take away everyone elses gun? Does that kid, if the stuff we hear is true, if that kid is really of that mind, then . . . don't trust him to make policy decisions. Stealing firearms from law abiders isn't going to make the non-law abiders better at abiding the law. We are not buying this inauthentic stage show outrage and groomed band-camp kids, all very close to the connected, by the way.

So fail on the gun-grab. Looking forward to constant revelations of how the corruption is in constant uprootal. And anyone who wants to say that ending what seems to be happening is not a good idea: go ahead, argue the other way. Everyone is listening. You, and only yours should have all the power and influence because ? ? ? ? we really are interested in what you really think. So tell us. Some honest guy should let your dishonest and self-serving organizations, that make your activities almost tax free, we should just give you all the guns? Not happening. Not any day soon. Not any day ever.

蠱 work on what has been spoiled

breakup the voucher mongering networks of tax-free special-privledge advocacy! And that would actually help those who are enslaved within that system.

Poem Shards
just who reads, who writes these poems?
off a mountain road the poet roams
but only in a poem.
Realizing that the empty
is empty
and not needing anything there.
just who shows up and for what?
I'm lonely or am alone or what does it matter?
driving off towards the nothing
walking along the nowhere path
up high
sure, it's a pretty view
but seen it, done it, jaded, back to the air port
he flew
his fantasy of happy vacation was through.

The deep snow.

The deep snow.
She doesn't know how deep.
She didn't think about it.
Depth of snow
no one know
in rills and hollows
where you shouldn't go
when the storm is fierce
and the night is cold
even you shouldn't be so bold.
poem is from 2012
short story titled Blizzard Baby
The morning light is hued in cold awareness.
Warming in the sun the bunny explores the snow covered lawn.
The tracks melt by mid morning.
Bunny doesn't know what the song means, anyway.
This giant bubble that we call awareness?
How could it have been formed?
Seemingly hollow,
it's filled up
with you
reading this
and wondering
where does this idle poet
get his idle hours
to spew out this bubble web
of hollowness?
🚦 🚧 🚨 🚩 🚪 🚫 🚬 🚭 🚮 🚯 🚰 🚱 🚲
🌛
🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥
sometimes there is beauty within the fragments . . .
🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛 Sprongg . . . onng . . . ongg gaHer tired morning
seems more like poetry
than anything you can
find on a blog.Bark Bark. Bark Bark. TreeBark Bark. Bark Bark. Dog
🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥
Woof and woe🌝
🌑 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘 🌙 🌚 🌛 🌜 🌝. 🚤 🚥
Space Ship snowman floats off towards
Billy Perilli,
writer of all
of the things
on this blog.🌜🌜🌜🌝🌛🌛🌛

Clamp down

The new thing is tech monopolisits knocker-blocking other people's content.

Allegations of secret mandates and sel dealing beaurorats means that it would be simple to reregulate the 'services', as they became a defactro mandate, and a profiteering exective service, senior in priority, might need to give back that which they may have recieved as a extortion? collusion? malefescence of governance, and deriliction of their oaths of office?

The illusion of their power evaporates when they put themselves above the rest. The heat of the public outrage over their self dealing, if such dealing was as described, ought tob e sufficient for the public to know, in order to demand that these services be decoupled from corporations that were handed them, and these servicess ought to thus become considered a different and decoupled part of the architecture. The corporate heads ought to have no say in how or if filtering occurs. And if filter does occur, it ought to be that multiple views are possible, and that no one filter, controled by some wonk, handed a free job-for-life roll due to genetics or nepitism either actual or intellectual, or ideological. Ie: the drugged up looser at the head of the abomination pages ought have no say in what I get to view or watch.

Mandates. Tracking. Discusting powermad gollums with agendas of meanness and control. with eyes that glow with a rabid intent of the sneer of cold command, the kind of person whose statue gets torn down. The kind of person how has a statue made to them while they are still living.

This site never linked ino those 'services'. When I figured out that 'android app' was just yet another corporate wrapper (a software wrapper) I say 'why waste my time with this. When and if it's ever made public domain, then I'd use it. Untill then, all of what it does is too much theres, and why should I work for free? to gain access to the set of tools that the phones hold? All of it ought to be decoupled, and the control plan obviated, and their 'super-overlords' status ought to be voided out. Until that what purpose to make apps that, if they are any good, tey're just going to coopt it.